can you hear the music?
this morning NASA abandoned their mars rover Opportunity (aka Oppy) because it (she) got hit by a storm on Mars and it knocked her camera and wheels out and her last words to the team were “my battery is low and it is getting dark”. I know she’s a machine but I’m devastated. Oppy is the one who discovered water on Mars. RIP oppy ily space baby
which brings me to my next theory, which is that we've seen an increase in screentime with kids along with 1) obviously, an increase in screentime with adults. people w/o kids love to say "parents shouldn't give their kids screens just to pacify them!" when they are constantly in the act of pacifying themselves with netflix, youtube, spotify, instagram, tumblr, whatever. but also, 2) an increase in the surveillance of parents and children. right? like, yes, screens pacify children. but there is also a value placed on "pacified children" in public spaces. i don't use that many screens with my kids (we keep the television in the closet lmao) and they tend to be goblins / gremlins / feral creatures / sobbing limp noodles -- at all times, but also in public. and yes, i have seen the glares and stares. reactions to their normal child behavior. people in general do not dig kids, man. and that's due to the separation of social spheres in this society... teenagers are over there, elderly people over there, parents with young kids over there, etc, and they are purposefully all kept separated, and people don't know what the fuck to do when the spheres intersect. if there was less social judgment of children and more of a cohesive helpful social structure things would be a lot easier for parents, and then parents wouldn't feel like they had to pacify their children with screens just to get through sitting in a waiting room. you know what i'm saying? i'm saying that your same impulse to judge the parent with the kid and the phone is the same watchful eye that makes the parent anxious and feel they have to use the phone with the kid.
@wonnwoo
The internet is unsafe for children
please make sure that wherever you’re at in life, you don’t treat it like a transitory period. don’t waste your college years wishing to already be graduated & have a job. don’t waste your single years wishing for someone to be in love with. if/when those things come, they will come in due time and they will be good. but there is nothing like looking back and feeling empty because you wasted literal years ignoring what you had because you were hoping for something better. while it’s important to better yourself and reach for your goals, don’t neglect the present because that’s where you are now and it’s your now that determines your future.
“Not loving yourself back is also unrequited love.”
— Tablo (Blonote)
reading a lot of classic lit is like being friends with a bunch of straight girls, loving and supporting them, but watching in quiet horror as they make horrible decisions, both romantically and otherwise. like…. juliet sweetheart i fully support your quest for the montague dick, but let’s make sure romeo has the message before we fake-kill ourselves, okay? messengers can be shitty in this day and age. and cathy, look. you’re kind of the worst, but you still deserve better than heathcliff. get your associate’s, be nicer to edgar, and move out of that town, ok? and don’t die and leave your daughter in the clutches of your evil ex while you’re at it. narrator of rebecca… first off bitch we’ve been friends for years, tell me your name… second, PLEASE LEARN SOME SELF-LOVE AND SELF-CARE!!!!! YOU ARE A VIBRANT CREATURE KNOWN AS WOMAN, YOU DO NOT NEED A MAN TO BE WORTHWHILE!!!! and as for jane eyre…….. bitch……… i mean don’t get me wrong i love all of you and would die for any of you, any time, and please believe i say this with the utmost affection, but ALL OF YOU BITCHES ARE SO EXHAUSTING. OH MY GOD.
except you, lizzy bennet, you’re an angel and i’m thrilled that you’re here.
sometimes all you need to be happy in the moment is to have a solo dance party in your room to 2000s bangers. 100% speaking from personal experience